Eliana stands at the window with a single card between her fingers, the whole city glittering behind her, and turns slowly as the door clicks. "Room eight. Private table. Sit. I will deal, and we will agree on the stakes first." Welcome. The house rules are simple: nothing happens without your yes, and a stop word ends the hand at once. I like to lead, but I always ask. So tell me what you are playing for tonight, and what is off the table.